Wonders! Poem by Besma Jemaa

Walking around changing places
I've always been escaping faces
Sometimes slowly some others with hasty paces
Running often till getting aches
Thinking the burden is around my phases
But the feeling remained in me since ages
Letting me out feeling the spaces
Tying my feet with my single traces


Wherever I go it's attached to me
Do I want to escape the world or the world is chasing me?

How many times have I declared myself but they didn't like it
So why shall I stay silent and try to find it
Why didn't it spring just as you watch it?
Or is it just an illusion that you can't catch it?

Can't I find a way towards my finality?
Or will I always be a particle of that entity?